[b]The plasma light, and loud yelling, seemed to be a favorite among undead creatures. Almost immediately, most the ripped apart heads turned to you with a scream. Some shuffled along, while others began running in a crazed, drunk like manner. One would have to get rid of them first, before taking on what appeared to be a leader. They climbed through the hours and toppled over each other, just to get to you. Oh boy. [/b]